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Tuesday, 3 May 2016

I am sailing...

I skippered the Monday boat rather welltossed out some weighty baggageand sailed the swelling demandsof lesson pressures and emailsrather well too...That isuntil THE emailpopped into my inboxTHE emailthat wanted to reconstructa future assessment task for Year 8's...I had spent so longshuffling the rubrics andpinging the ultimate topicthat would send little minds into big spinsbut THE email wanted to fix the rubricsat the lowest levelNOT SHOWNNO relevance to the topicNO imaginationNO structureNO grammara whole columnof NOthingness...what to replypolitelywithout resorting toNO graceFinally I musteredsome dignity...I believe the ultimate purpose is the topic...the lowest common denominator must besome recognitionthe writer wrote anything at all...I skippered the Monday raft rather welltossed out some weighty baggageand kept sailing...

NOTES
This poem intended to be for the recent 'skip' prompt at d'Verse...
The poem intended to be a quadrille - 44 words...
But it morphed into more...
Rubrics - columns headed from HIGH to LOW + explanations in each

7 comments:

I can relate to this all too well. It seems the ship is heading towards mediocrity in the 21st century, undoing centuries of the finest education. Ah, well... there will come a time the ship will sail without me.